| Who stole that style
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| You a phony, you a clown (Uh)
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| Bitches smile, bitches frown, bitches faint
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| Bite the style but they cain’t (Huh)
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| Fuck is you tellin' me, nah
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| I don’t give into that negative shit (Clark Kent smoke)
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| Tiffany, Tiffany, ya
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| Diamonds I put 'em on my clique
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| This shit ain’t hittin' me, nah
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| Homie come get a hit of this
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| I’m just respectin' my ma'
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| She told me live and let live
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| Where is he goin' (Where)
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| Where is he runnin' to (Uh)
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| What we do wrong
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| The shit that I’m on (Hey)
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| It come from the gods (Hey, Hey)
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| Parked in the sauce
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| Bitch I’m the monsta
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| Back in that Tonka
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| Six in the mornin'
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| Back to LaGuardia
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| Rollin' up fronto
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| Pushin' the culture
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| Bad bitches sweatin', spillin' paint with their eye liner
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| Ho rappers jealous 'cause they can’t take the style from 'em
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| Ooh I can feel it come and pray, she’ll have a child on me
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| Ooh I’ve been waitin' on this day for a while homie
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| Fuck is you tellin' me, nah
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| I don’t give into that negative shit (Clark Kent smoke)
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| Tiffany, Tiffany, ya
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| Diamonds I put 'em on my clique (Smoke)
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| This shit ain’t hittin' me, nah
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| Homie come get a hit of this
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| I’m just respectin' my ma'
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| She told me live and let live
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| Like boom boom ayy (Uh)
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| Hoes creep through the backside
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| I told that bitch I don’t get any down time
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| If you feel this shit better get outside
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| Like goddamn (Uh)
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| Strugglin' through the south so dusty
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| Five-O threw me down got so ugly
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| Can’t stay, blow loud, King Tubby
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| Let’s get the skrilla, God love me (Ay)
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| And 'lil Italy and 'lil bitch
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| Baby, i’ll need a 'lil bit
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| Im flyin' overseas and think I’m rich (Yee)
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| All we ever need is peace
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| They killin' for the Jesus piece (Ay, ay)
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| See the drama on the BBC (Huh)
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| It don’t feel like real life what I see (Huh)
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| No turnin' back once you hit the scene (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
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| Not what I see
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| Fuck is you tellin' me, nah
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| I don’t give into that negative shit (Clark Kent smoke)
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| Tiffany, Tiffany, ya
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| Diamonds I put 'em on my clique
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| This shit ain’t hittin' me, nah
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| Homie come get a hit of this
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| I’m just respectin' my ma'
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| She told me live and let live |